Sheltari

Sunlight. Isn't an odd thing, for being so common? It lights the world, but can blind those who try to observe its glorious shine. It can bring life, and burn it away just the same. Though light is not as material as we regard other things to be, we speak of it wrapping around us, the sunlight kissing our skin, the gentle and warm touch it gives. The world's lands and waters are subject to witness its rays, though the night gives respite to once again enjoy its rebirth into our sight. However, even in the night we can see its glow reflected off the surface of the moon, which would otherwise be no more than a dark sphere dancing slowly in a c

Gotta hate the pain, But you've gotta love the scars. They remind you of past mistakes, Remind you of who you are. For everything that has left its mark Surely has left you changed Or at the very least wary, At the very worst deranged. Odd as it seems, I admire these once-were wounds These faint-but-there marks, At which I used to swoon. Funny, at least to me, The way I've turned out to be. These injuries of old These cuts long since sealed, Have shaped me as if a mold And left the present me revealed. Forgive me if I'd forgotten to say But these are scars are ones you cannot see Even if you offered to pay. For they are n